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Like the precise moment of dusk
when night and day merge–
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or the pause of a diminishing wave
(that fraction of an instant when the tide
balances in stillness, neither coming nor going)-
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or the bliss of a rose
kissed by morning sunlight
laced by laughing dewdrops
reflecting radiance,
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a hug
shared by two open hearts
is a spiritual statement
in the language of loving unity.